Thursday morning I decided to hike out a mile out into the marsh to hunt the magic tree. A beautiful morning, 51 degrees and clear. All week long I have only heard one bugle, but on Thursday morning it was like someone turned on a switch. The stags where bugling, groaning and growling all morning long. I was glassing an open marsh 300 yd in front of me (bald eagle area - off limits to hunting) watching 15 - 20 sika deer including three very large stags when I hear a deer walking through the frag grass I put the bino's down and out steps a giant stag. The trail he is walking on will take him right under my stand, when he was at 19yd he paused quartering to me (not the ideal shot) giving me the only shot I was going to get so I let the arrow fly. A short 30 yard run and I watched him go down He is the biggest sika stag I ever shot.

Glad I fixed the deer cart

__________________Of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most